"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
She asked.
The reply: "As long as you have memories, there will be roses in the dead of winter."
She asked again.
The reply: "As long as you have hope, tomorrow awaits you."
She asked.
The reply: "Friendship itself is of no particular value. It's of value only when your life allows it."
She whispered to her soul:"As long as I have friends, life is worth the living."
The reply: "This is the desired epiphany."
She inclined her head and smiled.
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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merry christmas to you too!
this is really deep. hope and peace.
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